Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 17651766 The increasingly distant defense line

On the other side of the world, on the coalition defense line in the east continent near Rewind Port, on a position that had been repeatedly baptized by artillery fire, under the early morning sun, a lone elf soldier huddled in the depths of the trench, a ruined The earthen walls sheltered it like a boat crumbling in the wind and rain.

His face was covered with mud and sweat, and his eyes shone with determination and a hint of panic. He held the rifle tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, as if he was trying to use all his strength. His pointed ears are always listening to the sounds around him, and he is afraid of missing any movement.

Suddenly, a cannonball pierced the sky like a meteor, and its sharp whistling sound was frightening. Immediately afterwards, the shell exploded next to the trench where the soldier was hiding, and the strong shock wave almost overturned the wall of the trench where he was leaning.

Mud and gravel fell like raindrops, as if to bury him. He unconsciously let go of his hand, and subconsciously hugged his helmet with both hands, keeping his body close to the ground to minimize damage.

The air was filled with the smell of earth, mixed with the choking smell of explosions and burning. Fortunately it was just a mortar shell, so it didn't cause huge damage to the trench.

After the explosion, the elf soldier struggled to stand up from the dirt, his face and body covered with dirt and gravel. He coughed and tried to spit out the dust in his mouth, his eyes full of panic and nervousness.

When he looked up at the exit of the trench, he was horrified to find that the Tang army on the opposite side had already begun to attack: a Type 96 main battle tank was running over the barbed wire and obstacles, easily cutting into the Elf's defensive position.

The figures of the Tang Empire soldiers were looming in the smoke that covered the sky. Their footsteps and shouts were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they could feel the murderous aura on their bodies. The elf soldier's heart began to beat rapidly. He knew that if he didn't run away now, it might be too late.

But he knew that there were soldiers supervising the battle team in another trench not far behind him. Those guys don't care about any random excuses. If anyone is caught escaping, they will shoot.

He glanced around and found that the earthen wall of the trench not far away had collapsed under the impact of the explosion, and the originally narrow place became even narrower.

This unlucky man has only now finally discovered the problem: his Mauser 98K rifle seems to have been lost just now, and now he must find the weapon back.

In his panic, he no longer paid attention to the Tang Empire tank that was crushing obstacles in the distance. He just lowered his head anxiously and looked for the rifle he had lost in the destroyed trench.

A comrade hurriedly passed by and saw him without a weapon. He shouted "Follow me" without looking back, then turned a corner along the trench and disappeared.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears. The elf who lowered his head to look for the weapon didn't hear what his companion was shouting. He just lowered his head to search, hoping to find his lost weapon before the enemy arrived.

At this moment, he didn't even think about what to do next after retrieving the weapon. He was completely confused and even walked a little staggeringly.

When a shell explodes at close range, it doesn't just end with a loud bang. Even if those people near the center of the explosion are not directly killed by the explosion, they will still suffer considerable trauma and be knocked out for a long time. There is no way to recover.

"The position has been lost! Leave quickly!" Another elf soldier passed quickly with a rifle, said a word without looking back, and then disappeared at the other end of the trench. Like the soldier who just passed here, they all saw the Tang Army tank showing off its power in front of the position, and knew that they didn't even have an anti-tank grenade in their hands, so they simply chose to retreat.

Between fighting the enemy and facing the guns of the Supervisory Team, these retreating elven soldiers believed that it was safer to side with the Supervisory Team.

Next to it were tree trunks that had been blown bare. In the elves' trenches, the scene of collapse was like the end of the world. The faces of the soldiers who had lost their will to resist were full of fear and despair. Their eyes flickered in the darkness, as if they were looking for a glimmer of hope of survival.

The trenches they had spent several days building had been destroyed by the Tang army's artillery shells, and were beyond recognition like earth pits, surrounded by traces of bullet holes and gunpowder smoke.

The earthen bunkers were blown to pieces by artillery shells, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. The defeated elven soldiers were like headless flies, scurrying around in the trenches, trying to find a safe exit, but every time they tried, they seemed to hit a dead end.

No one knew that there was another soldier stubbornly looking for his rifle in the collapsed trench, and none of the companions passing by stopped to help this comrade who seemed to have forgotten to escape.

In another section of the trench, the elven soldiers who had no way to escape lost their direction in panic. They sat on the ground, holding their heads tightly with their hands, huddled together, as if this could withstand the coming disaster.

Other soldiers tried to organize resistance. They raised their weapons, but in the face of the Tang Army tank that was getting closer and closer, the futile resistance of these elven soldiers seemed so feeble.

The trenches of the Yangmu Empire defenders echoed with horrified shouts, and the battlefield was filled with intensive gunfire. These sounds intertwined together to form a tragic symphony.

In this chaos, some people cried, some cursed, and some prayed silently. But no matter how hard the elves struggled, they could not change the fate of this defeat.

As time went by, more and more elven soldiers fell into a pool of blood, and their lives ended abruptly here.

Some people fell in the artillery fire of the Tang Empire, and some died in front of the machine guns of the supervising team. The entire battlefield seemed like a huge black hole, swallowing all hope.

A Tang Army soldier passed by and saw the elf soldier who had just picked up his lost rifle. The two sides looked at each other, and then the soldiers of the Tang Army skillfully shot the elf soldier whose face was covered with blood and mud...

On this day, the 1st Army of the Tang Dynasty calmly advanced another three kilometers. Although they did not penetrate the elves' defense line, they did make this front line farther and farther away from Rewind Port.

Elf Marshal Flix was originally supposed to return to the front line to continue commanding the battle on this day, but he did not return because the imperial capital Joselaina was attacked by a missile...

(End of chapter)